Thursday, February 25, 2016

Two Little Words

As a child these two little words used to mean the bus conductor couldn't break into my 50p piece. Or the lady in the sweet shop needed to go to the bank. Or my Mum needed to raid the jam jar for my dinner money.

Then when I was working they meant a patients blood pressure was the same. Or a relatives loved one was still poorly. Or we were short staffed...

But today those two little words bring the sun from behind the clouds. They smear a smile onto my face. And they set me free to walk through the gate to the joyous days and months ahead... 

Seven and a bit years after [removal of] this blighter changed my life

The results of my brain scan show 

No Change!

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